Dorothea accepted the soup-filled bowl with but a silent nod and grateful look to the Dwarven woman. The conversation had advanced so rapidly she almost lost herself in her mind a few times. It was clear however that her Master had some sort of plan. A plan that perhaps did not completely align with these shadowy conspirators...

How she wished he had confided more in her...

For now, she resolved to follow the vocal self-declared leaders of the group. Faline and Amandine both brought good qualities to the table, reassuring and friendly, focused and goal-oriented. They would need all of that and more if their destination was an ancient ruin in the Mountains. With a frown, her tongue finally registered the texture of the soup. It was...not disagreeable, though perhaps she had grown used to more exotic meals back in the Gallows. With a heavy swallow, she cleared her throat and finally spoke.

[color=FF00FF]"R-Regard...regardless of it-it's supposed rel-religious v-value-"[/color] She began, eyes squeezed shit for a moment in an attempt at calming her frayed nerves. [color=FF00FF]"-It could...s-still assist i-in finding a cure. Dra-Dragonian magic is an entirely sep-seperate discipline from th-the arcane teachings of m-mages. We k-know so little a-about th-their practices, that t-there is a c-chance they encountered this di-disease before, and c-cured it."[/color] A grimace graced her lips as she continued, doing her best to meet Amandine's gaze. [color=FF00FF]"While...distasteful to r-rob graves, we ca-cannot leave this o-option unexplored. T-Too much is at stake."[/color]

She was under no illusions that the Rifer would approve of it, but Dorothea hoped that by reminding her about the growing death-toll around the Empire, she would put aside her reservations until they had been pointed in the right direction. Perhaps then they could return the Amulet to it's resting place again? Her attempt to voice that suggestion was quickly derailed as the talk of sleeping arrangements emerged, and that raging embarrassing blush reared it's ugly head again. With a mumbled stammer the mage simply offered to sleep on a bedroll if needed. So long as she didn't have to share a room, she should be...alright?